I want to believe in truck stop diners
blueberry pancakes, vacation villages
on the way to never ever again land.
By morning, I’d think any place
could be home. I continue to carry
old key chains with me.
They fail to unlock any doors
but open as many cold-ones
as I need. So, I call my older brother.
He is always on vacation and I ruin
his good time. He has predictable advice
on the other line, I should really take
care. Tonight I’m smashed-mouthed
and stormy. Sometimes I’m like that.
grand illusion destroyed. I want that
tonight. To be unlike me, soft-spoken
and sweet. A child un-
willing to take off her boots
backpack off, laces
laced too tight.
A Female Redback
Spider looms her tough untidy web
another male offers up his abdomen
somersaulting towards her mouthparts
in exchange for a moment or two close
to her. This vulnerable posture only elicits
a predatory response. The smaller he is
the more forceful he’ll be cannibalized.
This first and last instinctual barter
beneficial to the species mutually.
He doesn’t consider the pros and cons.
He’s driven towards her snare, the dance
in his loins, a never-ending congo of brothers
to come after and before lined up
at her door. She tidies her untidy trap
never waits too long. Same old song
on the radio and a young woman practices
tying another slipknot behind a locked door.
The female Redback spider has it pretty good.
Not just a girl in this country-bumpkin town.
has powerful limbs, a set of fangs, no step-daddy
too young for the mother but not for the daughter.
The female Redback Spider bears a bright blaze
on its abdomen. It warns: don’t draw too close
you’re sure to lose a hand. That’s just how it is
plain as day, seems fair and square. Sure
as shit, her venom could kill a full-grown man.
The last time I heard you read it was ‑I think atOut Of The Blue ( the orignal space ) -
I liked what I heard-
I like these better !
Really loving the style here. Original and fresh; bringing the writers personality to the fore I feel. Shall be looking for more of your work